I was in a church with a high vaulted ceiling, a church which
seemed devoid of pews, and which might have even been abandoned,
a church which I knew was in the black section of town. A black
girl probably in her late teens was with me. She was quite
attractive, but a bit sluttish. As we stood there alone in the
church, I began imagining what it would be like to make love to
the girl. My imagination soon became so strong it seemed as if I
were actually making love to her. I first had her lie down on her
back on a table sitting right in the middle of the room. She was
already naked and she spread apart her legs which were hanging
over the edge of the table. Still standing, I stepped up between
her legs and inserted myself into her. But almost immediately I
began wondering about venereal diseases. I wasn't wearing any
protection, and I had no idea if the girl was free of disease.
Could I take back some disease to my wife, Carolina?

After I left the church and was outside on the street,
I was anxious to leave the black section of town. It seemed as if the
whole section was surrounded by some kind of fence or wall. But I
knew that up ahead of me the street passed through a gate – the
only way out – and that was where I was headed. But as the old wooden gate came into view, I saw
that a group of young
black men had gathered near the gate. I heard one say
I was coming, and I knew I was going to have a problem. All
the men looked alert. I kept walking fast toward the gate,
picking up my pace, until finally I was running. One black boy (no
more than 12 years old) got in my way and tried to stop me. I
pushed him aside. Others rushed up and also tried, but I was too
fast for them and I slipped past them before they knew what had
happened. Once outside the gate, I slowed my pace, and continued
walking down the street.

It was dark and foreboding
outside with desolate abandoned buildings all around me. But at
least I saw no more threatening people. Finally I did see someone
walking up ahead of me. He was a white man, thin, average height,
probably in his mid 20s. I thought that he was wearing a uniform
and a billy club and that he was a cop, so I hurried toward him.
When I reached him, I kiddingly acted as if I were going to hit
him, but I was just joking. I was feeling my oats after having
escaped from the black men and I wanted to show off a little, but
I had no intention of hitting him. To my surprise, the man broke
down as if he were terrified of me. He looked as if he were
crying. He threw his billy club into a vacant lot to show he
meant me no harm. He was really pathetic. I retrieved his billy
club, intending to give it back to him.

I was about to try to console
him, when suddenly several cars pulled up and around 15 tough-looking thugs jumped out. I
knew these thugs
had been chasing me and I had almost escaped from them. All
were big and strong and many were dressed in
black leather. As they began surrounding me, it was obvious they intended to kill me.

I knew the thugs were angry at
me because they felt I had betrayed them. I had originally
somehow been connected with them. The problem was that, against
their wishes, I had joined a labor union and had gotten a job.
The thugs were very upset about that. Apparently I was only
supposed to work through them.

The thugs had formed a circle
around me and were now advancing toward me. Suddenly, I noticed,
on the other side of the street, in front of some old buildings,
were dozens and dozens of union men working on something. All at
once I saw my salvation. I knew if I hollered, the union men
would come to my rescue. I began hollering, "Help! Union!
Help! Union!"

Immediately dozens of union men
began racing to me. Seeing the union men coming, the thugs stopped
in their tracks. I still had the billy club in my hand, and now I
saw my advantage. I walked up to the thugs one by one and began
kicking them and beating them with the billy club. At the same
time I made them drop any weapons which they had. The thugs put
up no resistance and passively allowed me to clobber them. I felt
no joy at hitting them, but I felt no remorse either. It just
seemed like the appropriate thing to do, and I was determined to
hit every one of the thugs.

Suddenly I noticed off to
my left, another fellow I knew to be one of the thugs had just
now shown up. I personally knew this thug, and I immediately
realized there was now something strange about him. When he
was close enough to me, I began questioning him, and I quickly
realized what was strange about him: it appeared he had also
abandoned the other thugs and had obtained a job through the
union. He didn't want to admit it, because he knew the
other thugs would be angry at him, but now he seemed to think he
had no choice but to admit it in order to avoid a beating by me.

However I was still uncertain
he was telling me the truth. When he saw my doubt, he said his sister knew the truth, and he pointed out that his
sister was lying on a nearby couch. I looked at the couch, the
back of which was toward me so I couldn't see who was lying
on it on the other side. But I somehow knew a black woman
was lying there. The man called out to his sister, and asked her
whether he had also joined the union. For just an instant, the
woman, who was indeed black, raised her head up above the back of
the couch and said, "Unknown." It was immediately
obvious to me that she did not want to say anything in front of
the other thugs, for fear of retaliation against her.

So I decided to beat the guy
anyway, and I began hitting him with my club. I had only struck
him a few times before I realized that he probably was telling
the truth and that I should stop. But as I looked at him, I saw
the most macabre sight. He looked like a piece of meat, like
something from a slaughter house. Repulsed, I looked back at the
couch, only to see his sister rising up above the couch and
looking the same way, like a piece of slaughtered meat. It looked
as if both of them had had acid poured all over them and as if the acid
had eaten away the flesh. It was gruesome, like something out of
a horror movie.